The orcs and wolf cavalry stopped chasing, and the elves in front also stopped running away. They looked at each other from a distance, like a pair of old neighbors who had never known each other.
The leader of the orc wolf cavalry looked back at the wolf cavalry following him, and his face suddenly changed color. There should have been more than 300 wolf cavalry chasing him all the way at the beginning, but now there are only more than 200, at least sixty or seventy.
An Orc Wolf Cavalry fell behind, which has never happened before.
"What's going on?" the orc leader asked the adjutant who had been following him: "Why are there missing dozens of cavalry? Where are those people?"
"I don't know! It should be still behind." The adjutant said looking at the wolf cavalry behind him.
"Behind?..." The orc leader looked in the distance, but could not see a single orc wolf cavalry figure: "No! Even if you run slowly, you won't fall that far, and there are still so many people!" the orc leader shouted.
"Chief!" said a wolf cavalryman: "Some knight brothers suddenly fell off the wolves while running. Some wolves ran for a while, then slowed down and finally lay on the ground motionless. Many brothers,
This is how we all fall behind.”
The orc leader was startled. He looked around at the orc cavalry who were following him. Suddenly he discovered that among the wolf cavalry who were following him, not one of them, whether they were humans or wolves, had been hit by arrows. It must be a problem with the arrows. There must be something wrong with the arrows.
Poisonous! The orc leader’s heart sank.
"Who else among you has been hit by an arrow?" he asked in a deep voice.
The orcs and wolf cavalry were silent, and no one answered.
The orc leader understood clearly, and he confirmed his suspicion. Despicable elves, I must cut them into pieces.
He exclaimed angrily: "You all must be careful, these despicable elves, their arrows are coated with poison. Shaman, where is the shaman? Has the shaman followed?"
"Coming, coming!" Two shamans rode out on wolves.
Since the establishment of the Shadow Council, the proportion of shamans among the orcs has also declined seriously. Now, among the more than 200 and nearly 300 orcs, only two shamans follow, while 6 warlocks have been following the team.
"Deploy 100 people to escort a shaman and go back the way you came. Gather and treat the injured brothers behind. The others will stop here with me, and we will slowly withdraw." The orc leader called.
"Aren't we going to chase? These flies-like elves are so abominable, I want to tear them into pieces." An orc wolf rider roared with red eyes.
"Idiots! They could obviously get rid of us, but they never ran far away. They deliberately stayed in our line of sight, just to attract us. I'm sure there must be a trap set by them ahead." The orc leader was obviously concerned about the suggestion.
The subordinates who had different opinions were very dissatisfied.
"I'm not afraid of traps. Even if there are traps, I will step on them and tear them into pieces! The orc warriors are fearless. I've had enough of their endless harassment!" the wolf cavalry roared angrily.
"Grim, although you are the number one warrior in our tribe, I am the commander now, and you must obey orders." The orc leader said angrily.
"You are a coward!" Grimm sneered.
"Grim, don't go too far. It's a war now. War is not your business alone. I must consider the lives of the brothers who are left behind!" the orc leader said angrily.
"Is this your excuse for being afraid of death? There are only 100 thin elves and 50 people in front of you. I only need 50 people and I can kill them all!" Grim sneered.
On the other side of the quarrel between the orcs, the elves were surprisingly relaxed.
"Sir, the orcs have stopped. They seem to be arguing." A ranger said.
"I saw it, it's interesting! Let's watch them quarrel here."
Lor'themar smiled and said, "When they chase us, we run away. When they retreat, we chase them. Remember, don't be greedy for success when chasing, as long as you just reach the shooting range. If they turn around, we can turn around and run away."
If they retreat slowly facing us, we will follow them from a distance.
We must pay special attention to prevent them from rushing over suddenly. We will be caught in their net before we can turn around. They have been kept up by our gryphon knights for two days and one night. Now, it is our turn to catch them, just like owls.
Same, if they are not allowed to sleep, I would like to see if they are more miserable than owls?"
The rangers looked at the orcs in the distance, laughed quietly, and looked at the orc wolf cavalry instead of looking at a group of humanoid owls.
"Should this be called the eagle-burning tactic?" a ranger said with a smile.
"Haha, that's an apt description. Aren't the Slender People just a group of humanoid beasts?" Another ranger laughed.
The elves were chatting and laughing easily, but the orcs were already quarreling fiercely.
"Okay! Since you, Grim, are so brave, then you can take 50 of your warriors to stay and guard our rear. I will take people back along the road to rescue the brothers who have fallen behind!" the orc said angrily.
"Very good! That's what I want." Grim said with a grin.
After saying that, he led his 50 wolf cavalry and rushed towards the elves, shouting for strength and glory.
"Sir! The orcs are charging at us again. Do you want to fire arrows?" the ranger soldier asked Lor'themar.
"Hold on! Let's go." After saying that, he turned around and started running away again with the rangers.
Seeing more than 100 elf rangers being chased by 50 orc wolf cavalry, the figures disappeared from sight. The orc leader shook his head and said: "A stupid pig with only muscles and no brains! Let's ignore him and go back the way we came to search for our missing brothers."
The orcs galloped at full speed when chasing, wanting to catch up with the opponent. They were very fast, but when they retreated, they were not so fast. Because the people are not tired, the mounts will be tired as well. As cavalry, they all know when to let the mounts use force, and when to let the mounts use force.
Let the mount conserve its strength. Now is not the time to run away when being chased by the enemy. Return to the original route to search for and rescue the brothers who have fallen behind. Naturally, it will not run so fast, so just walk at the normal marching speed.
The secret base of Sylvanas Frostwolf Ranger Troops.
"Report! The people started to retreat. Only about 50 orcs of wolf cavalry along the way separated from the enemy's main force and pursued the team led by Chief Lor'themar." The messenger entered the military tent to report.
"Want to retreat? It's not that easy!" Sylvanas looked at the map and sneered: "Have the Griffin Knights dealt with the injured orcs who were left behind?"
"The stragglers have been dealt with. They have planted goblin bombs or dwarf mines under each orc corpse and poisoned warg!" the messenger replied.
"Order all the Frostwolf Rangers to dispatch and destroy all the orcs with less than 100 people! Remember, don't fight head-on! Cooperate with the luring enemy troops. Hit those who can hit people, and kill those who can't hit them first.
Kill their mounts. As long as their mounts are hit by an arrow, they will transform from cavalry to infantry.
Since Lor'themar's pursuers are still pursuing them, ignore them first. Wait until their energy has dissipated and their morale is low. Then kill them when they want to retreat. As for the two pursuers with more than a hundred people, let the griffin knights follow the path.
Put more goblin bombs and dwarf mines on them." Sylvanas said with a smile.